The Coldest Knee Ice Pack Novels & Stories

A towel or ice pack. Relief hit like a gust of wind. I let myself sag into the mattress. Muscles unknotted. He climbed in behind me, arm sneaking around my waist. Warm again. Heavy. I shoved at his chest, annoyed. Wanted the cold, not the furnace of his body. He paused. Didn’t move. Then pulled back. Mattress lifted slightly. He muttered something. I didn’t catch the words. Two more ice packs later, the coolness settled my skin. My breathing evened. My head stopped pulsing.

It didn't make sense, but it just happened. June's leg was throbbing so badly that she couldn't help but compress it with the ice cubes. There was no way June could compress her own feet with a cloth and ice cubes, so she decided to put them in the basin filled with ice cubes. June winced as the pain in her leg ached the instant her skin touched the ice. June knew this would alleviate the pain, but it was still aching.

That worried me as Tippa lay here sweating profusely from her head to her toes. I returned to the kitchen and got some ice from the freezer for an ice pack pouch in my medical kit. I pushed her black hair away from her face. Then, I placed the cold compress on her forehead, eyes, and behind her neck. For the first time, it seemed like forever since I had paid attention to her face. She was so beautiful, but her face looked thin.

Some of it doubled as weapons—baseball bats, fencing swords, anything fit to crack skulls or fend off attackers. Then he spotted something that made his eyes gleam: skiing and mountaineering gear. Not just any gear, but athlete-grade thermal suits designed for national teams. These cutting-edge marvels of 2050 tech could withstand temperatures as low as ⁠-100℃. His heart leapt. After the Frostfall descended, such gear would be worth more than gold. He packed away dozens of suits and professional-grade sleeping bags without hesitation. Two hours later, the impossible was done. One man had emptied the 10,000,000-square-foot Volmart warehouse.

The coldness of the ice pack snapped Jade out of her daze. "I - I can do it," Jade couldn't hide her twitchiness that her legs were on his lap. Jade pulled her feet from his lap however, Tyler pressed them down. "Stay still if you don't want to screw up our mission." Finding no words to refute him, Jade pursed her lips and said no more. After applying cold compress on her sprain. Jade took out an ointment from her medicine pouch. Just as she was pulling her legs away from him, Tyler pressed them down again.

ASAI. Kao locked the office door behind him and immediately crossed to the fridge in the corner. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at my feet as blood soaked the front of my shirt. Something cold was pressed against my cheek. I jumped, only to realise Kao was handing me an ice pack. “Get on the desk and put this on your nose.” He grumbled under his breath, already turning to walk away. I took the pack reluctantly. “Why do I need to get on the desk?”

Am I okay? He handed the ice packs to Xander and said, “Use these. It should help until we get back.” Xander placed an ice pack on my forehead, and a sharp chill shot through me. I hissed involuntarily as the cold penetrated my skin, feeling like a thousand needles pricking me. I sputtered, “No,” and cuddled up to Xander.

Between the bathtub and ice packs, I’m able to keep Zara’s body temperature under control, but just barely. Every time I leave and come back into the room, her skin is turning pink again, so I keep going. Repeating the process of cool baths and ice packs over and over.

Ash sighs, “That really sucks, is there really nothing that can help?” Ash seems ready to bring in any and all doctors to see if anyone can help her, only if Kai doesn’t get there first, “There’s no human pain medication that gets even close to helping, no magic can even touch it. I’ve tried everything. Ice is the only thing that helps when it’s between a six and eight, after that there’s almost no point in it. I can’t feel the ice at all, and the pain doesn’t fade any faster. I just have to wait for it to subside to the point where either ice will help again, or it stops.”

I cradle it like it’s something precious, like it might disappear if I look away. The medical aisle is narrow and smells faintly of menthol. I crouch and scan the options, grabbing a large variety pack of bandages—small, large, waterproof. I don’t care what brand. I just need them to work. I find the Icy Hot in a roll-on tube and sigh in relief. My legs and shoulders are going to thank me later.